America: Unspoken Reality

America--

 

The land of the hope

The land of the free

The land of opportunities

That’s what they said to me.

 

A place of glory,

A place of love,

A place for equality,

A place just beyond and above.

 

Clutching the little hope with us

A refugee family came to a land we could only dream of-

Leaving behind memories, leaving behind loved ones,

Leaving behind past, leaving behind scars,

We came to this land reaching for the stars.

 

However--

 

All that glitters is not gold-

Behind sunshine and rainbow,

are hidden many stories untold-

To the outer world, it may glow

But the reality? Only the people living in it know.

 

“Go back to your country”

“Go back to where you came from”

For a nation built by immigrants,

Ignorance is in the head of some.

 

Equality?

Racism still exists.

From hate crimes to evident police brutality,

From white-supremacists to anti-muslim beliefs,

Racism is still yet to cease.

 

Love?

Money is all that matter.

Without it, dreams do nothing but shatter.

From food to housing to education,

Without money in this land, you are nothing but a hopeless compilation.

 

“The land of the free”, they say-

Yet, some people are still not able to freely walk in this day.

Being discriminated upon embracing their own culture, hated upon embracing their own religion,

Attacked with verbal and physical violence,

And yet they expect them to stay in silence.

 

Don’t act like you don’t have a clue.

The nation has now been divided in two-

 

And now we have a man who says he is going to “make America great again”

 

“Make America great again”, after him they chime,

When we are doing nothing but going back in time.

The cruel history of our nation that must never be repeated,

But the man taking us back is in power and yet to be defeated…

 

After 6 years in America I know,

America is not at all what they show.

To the outer world, they make it glow,

But the actual reality? Only the people living in it know.

 

Not the America we dreamed of-

Not the America we hoped for-

Instead is a sad reality no one spoke of..

 

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
My country

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